Hey guys! I've gotten a large amount of inspiration for this story, so I'm posting earlier than anticipated. It's a lot shorter than what you've previously seen from me, though. Just so you know, for right now, the chapters are only going to be about 2k-3k, just until this story builds up its own little groove :).
a quick note: Ive tweaked this story a little so that instead of being Jin June, it now takes place in February, in order to accommodate some ideas that I've recently had.
Enjoy :)
As Long As You're Mine
Chapter Two
Rachel let out an exhausted and apprehensive sigh as she stared at herself through the full length mirror hanging up on her bedroom wall, setting her bedazzled hairbrush down. She bit down on her lip as she lifted up her shirt slightly, rubbing slow circles across her smooth, flat stomach, silently critiquing every pale, smooth, crevice of skin on the surface.
The small girl jumped when she heard a slight chuckle, spinning around as quickly as she could.
"You're three weeks pregnant," Sam smirked down at her, as he stood in the doorway, fighting back a laugh when he saw the small girl scowl, "what are you actually expecting to see?"
"I just want to make sure that-"
"That no one would be able to tell?"
"Something like that," she looked down at her feet, "I just... I'm just not ready... You know, for people too... I... I don't want to be one of those girls, Sam."
"What?" He shook his head in confusion.
"I don't want to work at some pathetic, dead end job for the rest of my life, because I don't have enough time or money to even make it through god damn community college. I don't want-"
"Shh," the blonde boy interrupted, quickly , "you're not going to. You have me, okay? I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you." He kissed the top of her head, "we're gonna be fine."
"I-I know... I'm just being stupid... I-I should be used to being judged, by now... It's... I just... I... You heard about what happened to Quinn, last year... All of the teasing, the name calling... The slushies... And she was the most popular girl in school... And just... just look at me... I bet as soon as Santana finds out, she's going to have ten new nicknames for me on the first day alone."
"It's only for one more month," he mumbled as he pressed his forehead against hers, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, " we don't have to tell anyone at all, if you don't want to."
"You know we have to," she sighed, "I'm literally moving in with you."
"I just want to see you happy... A sad Rachel Berry is literally the saddest thing in the world... I mean... Look at that little pouty face... As cute as it is..."
"I'm allowed to be sad... I'm with child," she managed a smile, "I'll be fine... This is just... It's happening really fast, okay? I mean... A kid, Samuel?" A few tears began to roll down her cheeks, "neither of us are ready! You just learned how to tie your damn shoes two months ago! Sam," she breathed, burying her face into his shirt,
His hands shook as he panicked, "don't... Don't cry, baby... You know that your tears are my kryptonite."
She laughed, hiccuping, "well I h-hope that dirty diapers aren't your kryptonite because you're going to be changing a lot of them in the near future."
His nose wrinkled. "If I said they were, could we get someone else to do it?"
"Sam!" She scoffed, slapping his arm.
"It got you to smile," he shrugged.
"I... was up half the night thinking about it... It... This is really happening to us... This isn't some dumb teen drama where everything magically turns out right in the end... I" she sniffled, "I just don't know what we're supposed to do, now."
That scared the absolute shit out of him. Because Rachel... She ALWAYS had a plan no matter what... She always had a plan, always knew exactly what to do. So if she was clueless, then they were both pretty much screwed, right?
"What if the baby doesn't like me?" Rachel continued.
"Why wouldn't it like you?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No one else seems to," she shrugged, "wouldn't it make sense?"
"That's not true," he held her closer to him, "people like you."
"Like who?"
"I like you," he smiled, "I like you a lot."
"That doesn't count," she giggled softly.
"And why's that?" He feigned insult, "I'm a person, aren't I?"
"Because..." She blushed a little, "you... You love me."
"Yeah no shit!" He snorted, kissing her lips when he saw her eyes go wide when hearing his choice of words, "and don't you forget it. Now c'mon," he let go of her, "we're gonna be late. Here, do you want my jacket? It's freezing out," without waiting for her to respond, Sam removed his letterman jacket from his person, and placed it on his girlfriend's shoulders, "you look beautiful, you know."
"Come on, lover boy," she smirked, taking his hand in hers, "let's just get this day over with."
XXX
Sam and Rachel walked through the main hallway of William McKinley high school, hand in hand, as per usual. As they made it to her locker, however, Rachel felt a bit of a... Disturbance. Quickly spinning around, she noticed that many eyes were on them- most in the hallway, actually.
"Sam," she muttered, too nervous too look back at all the pairs of leering eyes.
"Mmm?"
"What is everyone-"
"Explain."
The small girl was interrupted when Kurt walked up to them.
"Huh?" She shook her head in confusion, "what are you talking about?"
"Don't you read Jacob Ben Israel's blog?" He asked.
"No."
"Do you?" Sam raised an eyebrow, wondering why anyone would give the Jew fro donning teen the attention that he so obviously craved. The dude was a creep, especially when it came to Rachel.
"Yes. Well then I suppose you haven't read his latest article.", the brown haired boy whipped at his iPhone, quickly pulling up the page, and turning it so that the screen was now facing the couple. They each read the article silently to themselves.
Does the Glee Club's Resident Diva Have A Bun In The Oven?
Two days ago, I was sitting in the tree next to my future wife, Rachel Berry's bedroom window, as I do every other Saturday night. Everything looked normal, things were placed were they usually were, etc, when I saw a strange looking object sitting in her waist basket, and immediately snapped a photo of it. At first I thought it was a feminine product, since she has been due for quite some time, but after going home and doing some maximum zooming in on it, I've found out that not only is it a used pregnancy test, but from what I can make out, it's positive. Care to explain yourself, little miss president of the celibacy club?
"Oh my god," Rachel's voice began to crack, even as she whispered. She could barely move, let alone speak. She felt as if she had been hit by a bus.
Sam, on the other hand, was livid, "that fucking pervert," he sad through gritted teeth, "where the fuck is he?"
"So I'm guessing that it's true, then?" Kurt smirked, "you know they make condoms for a reason, right?"
"This is not the time, Kurt," Sam growled.
"Sam," she whispered, now blinking back tears, i-it's okay..."
"Babe, it's really not," he shook his head, draping an arm over her shoulders, "the little freak is always creeping on you. Don't you think that-"
"Hey preggo! Aw what's wrong? Sad that your baby will end up looking as ugly as you?" Karofsky mused before throwing a blue slushie in her face. The blonde boy looked down at his girlfriend, whose tears were now falling rapidly. That was the last straw for Sam.
"Hey!" He barked, following the bigger football player, "what the hell man?"
"What's going on, baby daddy?" He smirked.
"Apologize to her. Now."
"I don't think so, lady lips," he laughed.
"Say. You're. Fucking. Sorry," Sam's teeth clenched again.
"Maybe if your little gremlin girlfriend wasn't such a little whore this would have never happened," Karofsky responded, not refusing to back down to one of the singing freaks in glee club, "she did this to herself."
"That's it!" He lunged at Karofsky, surprised that, as a lightweight, he was actually able to knock him down. Seeing red, he started throwing punches left and right, not noticing or caring about the circle of students that had now surrounded them.
"What the hell is going on here?" He heard Mr. Schuester yell. "Sam!" The spanish teacher ran up to the pair, pushing past the students that surrounded them. "What's wrong with you?" He pulled the blonde boy off of Karofsky, wincing when he saw his bloody face, "come on. It's time to calm down," he forced Sam to stand up, "what's this all about?"
"Nothing," Sam snapped, brushing him off of him.
"Evans!" He heard principal figments call his name, "my office, now! You too, William!"
XXX
"Alright," Michael Evans sighed as he walked into principal Figgens' office, settling down in the empty chair between Will Shuester, and his son, "what the hell did you do now?"
"Nothing," Sam rolled his eyes, "it's all bullshit. Fucking twisted."
"Teenager Macaulay Culkin boy," Figgens sighed. He really didn't get payed enough to deal with all of the problems of these horny, adrenaline filled, alcohol inhaling kids, "unless you want to further your suspension, I suggest toning down the teen angst for a little while."
"Suspension?" Will raised an eyebrow.
"Of fucking course," Sam threw his hands up in exasperation, "because that all makes perfect sense!"
"Sam," the curly haired teacher placed a hand on his student's shoulder; he had never seen the green eyed boy act out like this; from his knowledge, he had always been calm and collected, especially when compared with Finn's dramatic saga of viciously assaulting innocent inanimate objects. "You really need to calm down."
"You know what?" Sam shrugged the hand off of him, "no. Don't tell me to calm down. You saw what happened before. You saw what he did to Rachel. And what did you do?Absolutely nothing. He threw a fucking slushie in a woman's face; that's fucking assault. Might as well have fucking punched her fucking nose. Do you really expect me to just stand there and watch him make my girlfriend cry without hurting him?"
"Wait, is this what this is all about? I wasted gas money to drive all the way here, for this?" Michael shook his head in disbelief, "where the hell is the other kid? Why isn't he getting suspended, too?"
"David is in the nurses office," Figgens sighed again, ignoring the semi-proud smirk Michael shot his son.. "The slushies aren't anything new, here. It's how a lot of the kids here take out their aggression."
"By hurting a tiny, innocent girl. Yeah. Must feel really great about himself now. What a man," the older Evans scoffed, "no wonder the lesbian rate is going up around here."
Sam couldn't help bit chuckle at his father's comment.
"What was even the reason for it?" Michael continued.
"Apparently the student body found out about what they seem to be calling 'glee club baby gate number two'."
"What?" Will shook his head in confusion, "I don't understand."
"Apparently the... Victim... In question, has... How the kids would say... A bun in the oven..." Sam fought the urge to growl at the monotonous principal's use of air quotes over the word 'victim'.
"Rachel?" His eyes widened, "Rachel's pregnant?" He looked at Sam, "Sam... Do you know how irresponsible that is? You're both sixteen!"
"Don't be so surprised, William!" Figgens shook his head, as if to brush the entire issue off, "with all the crazy things influenced by the media, nowadays, I'm surprised more situations like this don't show up around here. It's all this lady goo goo business... I'm still not exactly sure what that is."
"Is she keeping the baby?"
"Yeah... We're gonna raise it, in Tennessee."
"With what money, Sam?" Michael rolled his eyes, feeling like a broken record.
"I told you, I'm gonna get a job once we get down there! I'm going to take care and provide for Rachel and our baby; I don't care how much I'll have to work. I'm doing whatever it takes."
"Wait wait wait..." Will shook his head in confusion, "since when is Rachel leaving with you? Is that even allowed?"
"Her dads said it's okay," Michael explained, "because apparently Mr. Big boy pants, over here, thinks he can all of a sudden know how to be a father and raise a family like that." He snapped his fingers.
"Look..." Sam sighed, completely exhausted with everyone, "the truth of the matter is, all I was doing was protecting my girlfriend; all I want is for her to be safe and happy. I'm not going to let some douchebag hurt her, and treat her like shit, especially when she's fucking pregnant... I guess I'll take my punishment..." He began to stand up.
"Sam, wait," Will shook his head, "principal Figgens, this really isn't fair... This whole slushie business is getting ridiculous... Sam's right... You don't do that to a woman... Well to anyone really..."
"Fine..." Figgens sighed and rolled his eyes, "Teen dad, I'll let it slide once. But that's it... There have been too many outbursts coming from YOUR glee students... I can't ignore it, after this."
"Fine," Sam replied promptly, "can I leave now... I have to find Rachel."
And with that, he left; not bothering to wait for an answer.
XXX
Rachel wiped the blue, cold, sticky substance off of her face as she walked into the closest girls bathroom, closing the door behind her. From what she could see through the goo, the only person that was in there was Lauren Zizes.
"Oh hey," she snorted, "congratulations!"
"Leave me alone Lauren, I'm not in the mood." Rachel turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up.
"Well then," she chuckled, "someone's being pissy. Must be the hormones."
"Can you please just leave me alone?" She sobbed, "what did I ever do to you?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll stop," she bit back another chuckle.
"That's fine," she sighed, beginning to clean herself off, "I should be used to it by now, anyway."
"So you're really pregnant, huh?"
"Mmmhmm," she nodded, sniffling.
"And you're not planning on getting an..." She looked down at her stomach.
"No," Rachel shook her head, "I can't bring myself to do that... Nor that I'm not pro choice, I mean, because, I always have been, but for me, I think-"
"Chill, Berry," this time, Lauren let her chuckle slip, "it was a simple question."
"Not when you're the one that actually has to think about it," Rachel sighed.
"So... Adoption?"
"I don't think so, no." Rachel tried to scrub some of the slushie out of her sweater, "I think we're going to keep it."
"That's... That's an interesting choice... I guess..."
Just then, they heard a flush, and one of the stall doors swing open. They turned their heads, to see Quinn Fabray emerge from one of the stalls.
"Lauren," she looked over at the two of them as she walked up to the sink next to Rachel, beginning to wash her hands, "don't you have somewhere to be, right now?"
"Not particularly," she crossed her arms.
"Leave," she glared daggers at the bigger girl, "now."
"Fine," Lauren rolled her eyes as she began to walk out, muttering "twig bitch," as she walked out the door.
"Hey," the blonde girl offered Rachel a small smile, "do you need some help?"
"Why on earth would you want to help me?" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand
"Come on," she let out a small laugh, reaching for a paper towel, "lean over the sink."
"Y-you don't have to do this, you know," Rachel sighed, as Quinn began to gently remove the blue substance from her hair "I have plenty of experience; I know what to do."
"So," Quinn chose to ignore Rachel's statement, "what's this about wanting to keep the baby?"
"You were eavesdropping?"
"I mean, you could call it that; I'd call it 'I was sitting on the damn toilet which you were a couple of feet away from."
"Sorry."
"It's fine," Quinn shook her head, "look... You can't be serious about wanting to keep this baby, Rachel."
"I appreciate your input, but this really is my decision; not yours."
"That doesn't mean you need to be so stupid about it!" She exclaimed, "do you want to ruin your life?"
"I won't be ruining my-"
"Yes you will!" Quinn interrupted, "what about your career? You wanna put that in jeopardy? What about your body? Look at me, I used to have abs!"
"But-"
"I mean you're both sixteen! And do you think that Sam's really going to be able to take care of you and your kid? Do you have any idea how much just one single ultrasound costs?"
"But we-"
"The last thing you're going to want to worry about during your senior year of high school is taking care of a baby."
"Quinn, stop," Rachel shook her head, "I know you're trying to help... I think... But this is my choice. It's my baby, my body, and my life."
"Listen," Quinn sighed, "you're right; this is your choice... I don't want you to make the same mistake I almost impulsively made... Yes, I know how attached you get to that baby when you're pregnant... But what about after that? What about just going to high school? How are you going to manage going to school for six hours, and then coming home to take care of a baby..."
"I..." Rachel bit her lip, "I don't know."
"IF there's only one... You don't know... It could be twins..."
The smaller girl's eyes widened at the thought.
"Or triplets..."
"T-triplets?"
"It's not likely... Don't get all nervous..." She shook her head, "but just realize that it IS a possibility... "
"I... I don't..."
"I know you and Sam are like... Super into each other... I can see it in your eyes... But that doesn't mean you should have a baby... Just think about it, okay? Don't do something you're going to regret a few years down the line..."
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Rachel asked.
"Because..." Quinn sighed, "I know what you're going through... That feeling... I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy..."
"Well," she gave her a small smile, "thanks."
"Rachel?" They heard a knock on the door, Sam's voice calling her name, "you in here?"
"Yeah!" She called back.
"Are you alone?"
"Um..." Rachel thought for a brief second... "Kind of... You can come in!"
"You sure?"
"Yeah!"
Sam walked into the bathroom, puzzled by who he saw standing next to her, "Quinn?" He wrapped his arms around Rachel, "can... Can you give us a minute?"
"Yeah, sure," she nodded, "I should probably get to class anyway."
"Quinn, wait." Rachel said when the blonde girl was at the door, "thank you," she smiled.
"You're welcome," she smiled back.
"So..." Sam raised an eyebrow, "what was that about?"
"She... She was just helping me clean up..."
"What did she say to you?"
"Um..." She bit her lip, "nothing, really... Just... Just, you know, some pregnancy stuff..."
"Mmm," he placed a kiss on her forehead."You're shivering," Sam mumbled, "baby why are you still wearing these wet clothes?" He took her hands and kisses her knuckles.
"I-I don't have any more spare outfits... I used up the last one last month... Sam... Can you just take me home..."
"Of course..." He kissed her forehead, "anything you want."
XXX
"Here," Sam took the clothes out of his football locker: a pair of grey sweatpants, and a white t-shirt.
As Rachel changed, he kept a look out, "gotta make sure no one tries anything funny with my woman," he had said, eliciting a hard roll to Rachel's eyes, and a quick laugh, "football players are horn dogs... I know... I am one."
When the small girl had finished, he couldn't help but beam at how adorable she looked.
"C'mere," he pulled a chair up, and sat down on it, pulling her onto his lap, "how are you feeling, baby?"
"Exhausted," she yawned, snuggling into his body.
He hated them. He hated this.
Why would anybody ever dream of throwing a slushie at her? He was still relatively new at McKinley, and despite he himself being slushied several times, he still didn't really understand why anyone would want to do such a horrible thing. Especially not to her. She was beautiful, talented, and adorable. She didn't deserve this.
Looking down at her, with her oversized clothes, making her look even tinier than she already was, her hair now a mess. Her makeup, that before the whole incident, this morning, looked perfect, had now left black streaks stained on her cheeks. She was basically clinging to him, her arms wrapped around him, her head resting against his chest.
...But she was still so goddamn beautiful. Those eyes had the power to make him melt... Just a single pout of her lower lip made him absolute puddy in her hands. It didn't matter how upset he was, or even if he were in the middle of fighting with her... His eyes never failed to soften when his gaze landed on her.
"Lor Menari," he whispered into her hair.
"Sam," she smiled, "I don't think that anything about me could be described as beautiful, right now."
"You look beautiful, no matter what," he began to stroke her hair, "now come on; let's get you home."
Did you guys like it? Was it okay? Do you think that they should keep the baby? I'm pretty sure that I've said this in the original version of the first chapter, but what I hope to achieve with this story, is for it to not be a typical, cliched pregnancy fic. I want to make it interesting, and exciting, and I think you'll like what I have planned :).
im not sure if all of you have read the note I posted on here a few days ago, but I'm going to be deleting it before this goes up. I've decided to add it on here in case anyone here hasn't:
Hey, to anyone who's still reading this. It's been a while. I know I haven't really done anything anywhere under this name in years, and that I sort of just left everyone hanging. I've definitely had a rough year or so, dealing with a bad break up, a switch in majors, body dis morphia, and depression.
The truth of the matter is, I originally stopped due to lack of inspiration. I felt the need to update once a week, in order to keep you guys coming back. Yes the chapters were lengthy, but in actuality, I wasn't happy with them. I had gotten bored with HYH, to the point where I just stopped updating. I'm going to try to give it a rewrite, in the future, because I really do love those characters. But not right now.
after taking a look at all my stories for the first time in what seems like forever, I've decided that this is a story that I want to go back to, very soon. Like, before anything else. There are just so many possibilities to it; new characters, new take on the samchel relationship, completely new plot line, etc. I've been bitten by the writing bug recently, and I can't seem to let go of these two.
Im not going to ask for a certain amount of reviews, from now on, and I'm not going to wait a long time to publish when a chapter is already finished. All that I ask is that, you, if there's anyone still here, bear with me, and be patient with update consistansy. You guys were always so sweet to me about late updates, and I still appreciate that, thinking back.
Im so sorry for disappearing and just abandoning everything. I know I should have updated you guys at least a little bit, but I'm going to try and test the samchel waters out with you guys one more time. If you'll have me :)
thank you so much to and the two guests for reviewing, and for your encouraging words :). Please review :)
P.S.: my friend and favorite Sam/Rachel writer of all time has also decided to start writing again, and has posted a new chapter of her story 'Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Facium'. If you haven't , check her out :)